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Post by Nicole on Dec 12, 2009 1:11:15 GMT -5
I lay here in bed crying over you, The things that you said that were so untrue. I wonder how anyone can be such a twat as I breathe in cold air, and breathe it out hot.
My heart races as my fingers reach for the phone I want to complain, but don't call your home.
I feel inside my heart dying once again, wondering how you could commit such a sin.
I silence my self and break down to cry as I speak to a friend and tell her why.
It is warm in my room and I am very hard up I've paid all the bills and just want to run.
Living alone is what I would like to do, but instead I am dealing with memories of you.
Like all the others just join on the band, Make a big fus and kick your foot in the sand.
Lie about things that you know are untrue, does not matter to me it will only haunt you.
Someday when you ready your may come to me but my line will be busy as I won't be free.
Some things are forgivable, and some things are not but one things for sure I'll pray for you alot.
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Post by flax on Dec 27, 2009 19:05:16 GMT -5
Me, Mike or Tom?
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